In a swarm of scattered souls

Lie traveling whispers in our ears

And yet the decent one stands alone over there

And even from afar the whispers were clear

Whispers shouldn’t be that loud

No, whispers shouldn’t be that loud

As the words poured from his lips 

I could hear the dryness in his voice

For the indecently stands accompanied here

Among all the things dispersed figures could be

It is foolish to regard silence as one

Heavy voices flow roughly in the current

And although the decent one standing over there does not whisper lies

He stands alone

He is alone